Run...

Chapter 2

I looked over at my brother..

"It's gonna be ok, I promise..", he said to me.

I guess he knew how I felt... he turned the car off and got out first... He walked up to our house.. I stayed sluggishly, behind him.. He bursted through the front door...

"I found her!", he yelled..

I stood unseen by the door..

"You found Armani??",asked my mother's melodious voice...

I wanted to cry.. but I'm all out of tears.. I stepped past him.. silently answering her question... she rose from the couch... Frozen as if she'd seen a ghost.... We immediately ran into each others arms... She towers over me in height... her hair is long, black , and curly like I remember... Her brown skin tone is smooth.

The house is still the same.. the coffee table sits in the middle of the living room... the fireplace is against the wall in front of it.. the couch is behind the table.. Our Flat screen TV sits above the fireplace mantle with our family photos... and towards the right is our Family trophy/ achievement case and the door to our garage...

We broke apart from the hug and sat on the couch.. My brother sat beside me and the police officers stood by Garage door..

"What happened to your leg?", asked the Caucasian Officer.

"I never noticed that," my mother and brother said in union.

"When I escaped through the woods.....I fell in a stream and broke it... I was in Dallas.. and I found my aunt and stayed there last night and she patched me up," I explained.

"Why the hell didn't they asses call me?!! Jason or Angie!!", asked my mom, obviously pissed.

"Mom don't get mad! I told them not to say anything as a surprise," I said.

"To Hell with a surprise!! Me, your father, and your brother have been restless and worried sick!!", she yelled.

I was about to explain some more until I caught on to what she said...

"My father??..", I asked,"He's worried?? He hasn't worried about

me at any point in my life?!", I screamed, straining my voice.

"Just because he's not in your life doesn't mean he doesn't love you," my mom said calmly.

"Uh... Yes!! It Does!!", I retorted.

"Can you tell us what happened to you and then y'all can finish Dr. Phil!", the Caucasian officer yelled, interrupting our conversation.

"I don't wanna talk about it..", I told him as I handed him my tape recorder.. Before he could press play our front door bursted open.. I couldn't believe my eyes..

"Chresanto?....Abby??..", I asked as my voice cracked...

Me and Abby ran up and hugged each other.. I released her as Chres swept me of my feet and kissed me.. He sat me down and hugged me.. I walked them over to the couch and we sat down.

"Ok we're gonna play the tape now so everyone be quiet," said the other Black officer..

Everyone was quiet as my story was told again.. my mother cried towards the end then I told everyone of what happened the day I escaped.

"So the boy from 8th grade that loved you... kidnaps you.. I KNEW HE WAS WEIRD AS FUCK!!", yelled Abby....

"We're gonna take this down to the station to see if we can find your kidnappers and bring them in..," said the Black officer as they exited the house..

"What now?..", I asked as I laid my head on Chresanto's right shoulder...........

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